#twcblts

[chvmpiionsx]

[TXT] : you up? balor :')

(💬 — Queen 👑): had a late night workout. bunch of pent up energy I needed to get out of my system if you catch my drift, love. 😉

(💬 — Queen 👑): why? Is something bothering you?

[confid3ntal]

@twcblts gets a starter<3

It was rare for him to see her these days, especially since she was always in Japan. But it was Forbidden Door afterall, so it shouldn’t have been shocking to see her face pop up as well. “Sup, girl?” He tilted his head as he studied her face for a bit. “Why do I get the feeling your ass is up to no good?”

[wa7chme]

TXT: so, i was shopping with the lads, saw this!

TXT: image sent.

TXT: just know, they love ya here in tokyo 💋

TXT : hope you're doing well!

[ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: of course they love me, i’m basically a brand at this point. 💅 [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: that’s actually kind of sweet… for them. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: tokyo’s cute. hope you behaved yourselves without me there to supervise. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: i'm good, you know being the greatest women's wrestler of alllllllllllllllllllllll time. [ SMS / CONTACT: loser becky / SENT ]: but continue sending updates… i need to stay informed about my fanbase.

[highflyflows]

finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught clark connors x becky @twcblts

busted.

clark liked to stare, and that he often did at women that were around. something he always did and usually didn't give a fuck about it. he was a dog, and often a dirty one whenever he pleased to be. wandering eyes weren't a crime, so why should anyone care who he looks at. this though? this was becky, a dog in her own right and while she was talking he couldn't help but notice how soft and pink her lips looked.

"in your dreams, toots!" he chuckled, trying to play it off like she was the one imagining things. however, her eyes in fact had not deceived her one bit. "you lookin' at me that close in my eyes? what, think they're pretty or something?"

[g0ldenchamp]

" kiss me, ... please? "

he had been dying to hear those words from her. cody was standing in the corner, he held her cheek gently. he needed this. he needed her. cody gave a huff. the blonde male makes a small huff. “ you know how long i have waited to those words sweetheart?” he asked. the ask was a whisper, it was gentle. he leans in and kissed her on the lips. cody was very much needing this.

the road to mania was a rough one, randy turning on him, the whole.. mess? at least tonight. this time, this moment, he can be safe and happy. with becky. cody kissed her gently, it was gentle. he didn’t go too rough because he didn’t want to. cody huffed. “ i am here now. i am here.” that was a promise! cody makes a small frown. he felt safe here, away from the crowds, away from randy. he wanted this moment alone with her .

[luch3gor3]

hands move, rattling the restraints above her head. eyes blink, lip protruding, unable to help it. " — nicky ... " | Nick—Becky @twcblts

It’s really hard to be doing this when she looks at him like that. He almost feels bad, having her trust him enough to let him offer her a drink when she stopped by. But this had to done, didn’t it? She tends to have too many peoples attention and not enough attention from her on him. It’s nerve wracking. Annoying. Something that shouldn’t be allowed. Which, came in this plan. But he hadn’t really thought that far ahead after. He had bothered to clean up his basement, make it look livable with lights, carpets, a bed, a TV area, everything to seem like a small apartment actually. Just without the things like windows or any life really. It’s fine though, this would be their new home until Becky got it through her head what they were meant to be all along. She didn’t need anything or everyone else. No, he can take care of her just fine.

“Hey, hey. No pulling or your going to hurt yourself. Last thing I want is to have to tie you up instead.” He says, watching her, pacing in front of her like he was staring at an art piece he couldn’t quite figure out. He guessed having your arms up for too long would be tiring, having chained her up like that was probably not the best idea. “It’s okay Bex, Promise. This is for your own good. And if you promise to be good I’ll get you down from there.” He finally stops in front of her, reaching to push a strand of her gently behind her ear before squeezing her cheek. “How’s that sound?”

[mamisms]

( TXT — MAMI 🖤😈 ) : what's it going to be this week, lass? ( TXT — MAMI 🖤😈 ) : fight? fuck? both?? ( TXT — MAMI 🖤😈 ) : please say both... @twcblts

[ irish queen 💜🥰 ] : we talkin' about you or someone else?

[ irish queen 💜🥰 ] : ah, i see.

[ irish queen 💜🥰 ] : what's the matter becks, no one else hittin' it right?

[niratias]

wrist - mox mayhaps??? :D

(wrist) - sender has hold of reciever's wrist / wrists

Mox's pacing stops when he's snagged mid-stride by a familiar, firm hand. It makes him twist his momentum, though, in a way intended to yank Bex with him.

Yeah, he was stuck in his own head, and, yeah, that means he was pacing zoochosis-style, boot treads wearing into already exhausted industrial carpet that could use as much of a break as he could. As he never seems to give himself.

But whether or not she's yanked along, he comes to a stop, free hand's fingers drumming against his thigh.

The news report continues its durge. The fire's got a body count, and the source was preventable, and it's already wiped a business he's taken protection money from for years.

He'd help them rebuild, but he has a feeling the owner's among the dead. Next of kin business is sour, like sick in the back of the throat when you're out of everything but bile.

"Okay." He inhales. Holds it. Flicks his eyes to the ceiling. Exhales. "Okay. Next steps, then."

let's get rough